#Original Percival Graves fic

[psyzook]

I love Original Percival Graves so much. He’s like- a very stern intimidating himbo. Definitely a himbo, but the opposite of the stereotypical happy-go-lucky golden retriever type. He’s a emotionally repressed dude who is literally the definition of whump.

I frequently read Newt Scamander/Original Percival Graves fics, and I always absolutely love that they are just- idiots in love. Percival is usually super besotted and smitten in fics and I love that.

I absolutely love how the Fantastic Beasts (movies) fandom circa 2016 saw him and his character and went ‘yup. this dude who went through trauma? he’s our new blorbo.’ Like- bitch I’m new-ish to the fandom and he’s already one of the two comfort characters I have.

My point is, Percy is my babygirl and I love him. Give me more Percival content guys!! I fucking beg of you! I wanna see into his head- I wanna see what makes him tick. I want to examine his whole personality like one of those police profilers. I love him, and I want more content.

I AM LINKING MY PERCIVAL GRAVES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST! MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO ADD A SONG!

[keepmeinmind-01]

Hi! How are you? I love your fic Keep Me In Mind and it got me wondering what would have been different if it was Newt who somehow got kidnapped? I loved the new chapter Newt is my favorite character and love the dynamic the brothers have 🥺. Have a lovely day!

Wow, thank you so much for asking this question! I’ve thought a little about it but never in this much detail before so it was really interesting to consider. Forgive the wall of text you might be about to face :D

What if Newt was captured at the German Ministry instead of Theseus?

I think Newt would have been kidnapped outright rather than walking into a trap. If Theseus had been a bit slower in the German Ministry and Newt not distracted, I think Newt might have stopped his older brother. So I think they would have just grabbed and bundled Newt off. To begin with, I believe that Newt wouldn’t antagonise Grindelwald and the others so much.

I feel like he would be more diplomatic and more focused on surviving and getting back to the others and therefore would be a bit more of a “meek” captive: not necessarily because he’s not brave but because he knows what he wants and it’s not necessarily confrontation. Newt is also devastated by Leta’s death, but I think he has a more holistic perspective on the whole thing that focuses a lot less on self-recrimination and revenge, so he might be able to try and push that aside to talk diplomatically with Grindelwald, despite not liking the dark wizard at well.

Dumbledore clearly likes Newt quite a lot, which would worry me in the context of my fic where Grindelwald is pretty damn obsessed with both Dumbledore and anyone associated with him. But it might have meant Newt was able to convince Dumbledore to come/summon him/something similar much faster than Theseus, who was more of an extraneous team member (no offence to Theseus!!).

Also, the fact that Theseus was meant to get imprisoned/had the stint in the Erkstag encountered for in the original plan might have meant Dumbledore would step in sooner to keep his original plan intact, as it wouldn’t have accounted for Newt’s disappearance. I’m thinking of when Grindelwald said “do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?” to Newt - and maybe Grindelwald already knew then that Dumbledore has a soft spot for Newt (not in a romantic way or anything, but just the hope and inspiration Newt’s faith brings to Dumbledore’s life).

I also think if it was Newt kidnapped and Theseus looking for him, the team could find Newt a lot faster because Theseus would be able to make it a Ministry concern and utilise the whole of the department. With the roles being reversed it made it quite operationally difficult in the fic, especially because I went with the idea they didn’t want to get Dumbledore in trouble by letting it get out. So Theseus would have had a better shot at being able to cover it up in the Ministry, but Newt couldn’t cover it up in the Ministry for Theseus.

If it was Newt, I’d actually feel so sad though because he doesn’t strike me as someone so thirsty for revenge, so then the loss of control is more stark and the “meaning” of the whole ordeal is gone. While Theseus kind of fights it the whole way through because he’s been pursuing Grindelwald for years as an Auror, because he sees it as being a chance at confrontation, to free his old friend, etc, I think Newt wouldn’t have that kind of perspective and might lapse into depression faster :(.

I think it would have actually been really interesting for Newt and the original Percival Graves to interact but I think it’d be tough for Newt, given that the poor man got tortured by Grindelwald wearing Graves’s face. It probably would have changed the conditions of the vow.

Maybe Graves and Newt would have bonded together after a while of being fellow captives, or maybe Graves would have been used against Newt in a different way: as more of an intimidating threat rather than a fellow victim, with Grindelwald pulling the strings there. Perhaps Grindelwald would force Percival to hurt Newt. I think solidarity between Newt and Percival could be possible but it might also go either way. I’m not confident that the exact same terms of the Vow would convince Newt.

But I think both the brothers are stubborn, so I don’t think Newt would have made any agreements immediately either way haha. Perhaps Grindelwald would believe he didn’t even need the Vow to bind Newt; maybe he’d underestimate him; maybe Newt would be better at feigning compliance, as even though he’s not an astute actor he could at least hold his tongue, which Theseus repeatedly manages not to do.

I headcanon that Grindelwald sort of “likes” Newt and would perhaps try harder to persuade him to join him rather than just beating him up all the time. I sense that Newt is one of those people who, when really hurt, just retreats and disassociates. I think conventional tactics of torture wouldn’t work very well on him. Instead, I think Grindelwald would have used Newt’s love for the team and his creatures to try and sway him to his side, by making sure he didn’t ask Newt to do anything that REALLY went against his nature, trying to make Newt into a messenger between him and Dumbledore by using the carrot not the stick.

Sort of like a dark!Newt but without Newt being ever truly evil - although I think he’d feel really guilty and possibly quite distressed about it. Maybe even freeing Newt and getting him to act as a double agent and feed information back on the conditions that Grindelwald doesn’t hurt anyone Newt cares about.

I know in the fic Newt gets really upset because Theseus is gone but has quite complicated feelings about trying to wrap his head around the situation and understand the magnitude of it despite their somewhat troubled relationship. I think if the roles were reversed Theseus would be going INSANE. I don’t think he’d be mulling over more existential questions like “hmm but who really was Newt all along, why did he leave?” - that kind of reflection would only come afterwards because of Theseus’s pragmatic nature.

During Newt’s captivity I think Theseus would just be like…ballistic, razing things to the ground, punching people etc. I can see Theseus going off alone (kind of like Tina and Newt did) and trying hard to pick fights or find Grindelwald’s fortress, although probably without much luck given how hard it is to break in.

Something about that switch between the two brothers also makes me think the Brazilian ministry or equivalent - so the team seeing Newt with Grindelwald - would have gone better as well. I feel like Newt is less of a dark horse - everyone would KNOW that Newt was really still with them because he’s inherently good and gentle, whereas Theseus was a bit more of a loose cannon who’d already made a risky/strange decision in attempting the arrest.

I also think Newt is more wary of Theseus than Theseus is of him. If Newt was standing there with Grindelwald, Theseus would be like “give me back my little brother, the fuck!” while because the relationship Newt has with Theseus is a little different, Newt was more unsure. I still reckon Theseus and Tina would make a good team though!

Funnily enough, I think that just as Theseus is being a little distant with Newt at the reunion, Newt would also do the same with Theseus. In some ways I think Newt’s tendency to retreat would make him really hard to care for, especially because he’s used to dealing with things alone.

Then again, because Tina’s there, they’d get through it together with lots of love. And Theseus would definitely do his own fair share of older brother mother-henning too. There’d be no way Newt could evade the hospital ward (so long as it wasn’t Theseus trying to get an injured Newt past the manticore, because that could have gone a bit hairy lol!). Neither brother is a particularly good convalescent, but when it comes down to it, I think Newt would be slightly better :D

I love Theseus, but if it were Newt in his place for this fic I’d be so heartbroken…especially because worryingly I think Grindelwald would have much rather have had Newt as a prisoner, which is not a good omen </3

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

@sarcasticsciencefictionwriter thanks for the tag!

How many works do you have on ao3?

13, currently.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

134,289 at the moment.

Higher than I thought it was, actually.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Fantastic Beasts, Hannibal (TV), Pokémon, and Dr. Strange (Movie).

Hannibal numbers in the most, and there are only one each of Pokémon and Dr. Strange. Really into Hannibal right now. I love writing the Murder Husbands!

One of my FB ones is also slotted into Harry Potter, since it was from Luna's point of view.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Autumnal (Hannibal TV)- 110

A Hades & Persephone based story with Will being the Queen of the Underworld and returning home on the autumnal equinox.

His Shadow Suspended on Dust (Hannibal TV)- 74

A post-fall omega verse where Jack catches up with Will and Hannibal a few years later, and he and Will talk.

Estivel (Hannibal TV)- 41

The prequel to Autumnal, with Will and Hannibal's courtship.

It Wasn't Supposed to Happen This Way (Dr. Strange Movie)- 33

A little fluffy Dr. Strange/Loki mpreg I originally posted here.

Beneath the Brine (Hannibal TV)- 26

A story about Will and Hannibal's life after the fall until they're old men.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I was a bit intimidated at first to respond, to be honest, then I thought too much time had passed for a bit. But I respond to almost all of them now (do my best to answer in a different language if they commented in it).

I generally thank everyone for their comment, because I have not received any bad ones yet, and it means a lot to me that they took the time to let me know they enjoyed it. Haven't gotten a lot yet, but I am willing to answer any questions or engage in any nerdy conversations about the fandom.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... That one was a bit hard, but I would have to say a Fantastic Beasts story I wrote about Percival Graves called No Man in the Mirror. It's a story where Graves was found and rescued at some point, and feeling like he doesn't exist anymore.

Or another Percival Graves one called Haven't Been the Same (Since I Expired) where Graves is totally erased... By his own actions and choice (can't reveal any more without spoiling it). That one might be more dark than angsty, though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I would have to say my Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter story, More, from Luna Lovegood's POV. It's really angsty story about why she and Rolf became parents later than everyone else (lots of heartache and miscarriages), but it ends with them having their twins.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

No, I don't think so. I consider myself lucky for that, but I did get a comment by some bot trying to get to join a supposed to discord server for the Marvel fandom.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope. I'll write something kind of 'teasing' and cut-to-black or just skim over it, but no hardcore stuff from me.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not generally, but I slotted one of my Pokémon ones into both manga and games because it was manga-centric with elements of the games. I also have a Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter story, but I don't think that counts as a crossover.

I do have an idea for a Hannibal/Supernatural crossover that I hope to cowrite (see below).

I have some fics that take the world from one thing and place the characters from another in there, but I don't generally count those as crossovers unless characters from both things are included. If they do count as crossovers, then I have a Hannibal/Caraval (by Stephanie Garber), Hannibal/The Handmaid's Tale, and a Hannibal/The Third Day (HBO) all collected into a story called Fragments. The Third Day and Caraval ones will eventually be put into bigger stories, hopefully.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but if someone asks, I would probably give my permission as long as they credited me as the original writer.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, but I've been trying to make plans with @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter for one. I have chapter 1 on the idea, so any sort of work is being held up by yours truly.

I would be excited to be invited to so by the few authors I have had comment conversations with, though!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

It's a tie between Newtina (Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein in FB) and Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham). They're both my favorites, for VERY different reasons.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

I'm not sure if I have one at the moment, but it feels like it's going to be my Percival Graves and Leta Lestrange story, All Night or a Hundred Years. I love it so much and I know exactly how it's going to end, but the middle has just ground to a halt.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Angst and/or angsty love stuff, looking at my fics and original work. I don't really know! 😅 I guess I would have to say it depends on what exactly I'm writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

A lot.

Fluff, romance, purposeful humor. A lot of it just seems so cringy to me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I do it when I can. Mostly Lithuanian in Hannibal fics, like mylamasis (beloved) or a few words thrown in here and there. I don't speak any other languages, and what I know of them is usually self-taught by fanfictions, to be honest.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pokémon! I can't actually remember if it was a Looker story I wrote based off the manga, or an Alain/Mairin fic based off one of my favorite books.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Don't make me choose!

But... I'd have to say Beneath the Brine. I have no idea why. It was my first Hannibal fanfiction, and I just love it so much. I'm also going to slot No Man in the Mirror and an FB Theseus and Lally story I wrote called A Night in New York as well. All three are things I am very proud of.

[ao3feed-grammander]

Dream

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/C6Wc9qy

by lonerofthepack

It was, perhaps, unfair, that sleep routinely eluded him —

But. Right now, he wasn't interested in letting that matter. There was a vague plan floating in his head: drink this, and perhaps another; find someone for the evening who was willing to be a physical distraction for the dark hours and gone by morning.

“Mr. Graves?”

Nothing good would come of someone hunting him down here. He looked, ready to send the man away.

And paused instead.

“Mr. Scamander.”

Words: 6846, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Taken 'verse, Part 21 of Whumptober 2020

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Original Percival Graves, Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Protective Queer Bartender

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2020, (shhh we’re pretending this is okay), Prompt Fic, what’s a whumpee gotta do to get some sleep?, Exhaustion, Sleep Deprivation, Hook-Up, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Violence, Alcohol as coping mechanism, Sex as Coping Mechanism, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, POV Alternating, technically nothing bad happens at all in this fic, but a lot of very bad things happened earlier in the series, and there’s a frank discussion of violence as a trauma response, as well as nightmares, Awkward Sex, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, ish, BAMF Newt Scamander

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/C6Wc9qy

[ao3feed-reesefinch]

my least favorite detective

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8zwN2t4

by MartenHood

"a slight change" a little place to put my stupid police fics and stuff.

Enjoy reading!

Words: 3685, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: True Detective, Batman (Movies - Nolan), Blitz (2011), The Mentalist, The Chicago Code (TV 2011), Hannibal (TV), Minority Report (2002), The Untouchables (1987), Deja Vu (2006), Person of Interest (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, F/M

Characters: Rustin "Rust" Cohle, Raymond "Ray" Velcoro, Harvey Dent, Jim Gordon, Tom Brant, Barry Weiss, Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Caleb Evers, Jarek Wysocki, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Giuseppe Petri | George Stone, Eliot Ness, Harold Finch, John Reese, Doug Carlin, Carroll Oerstadt

Relationships: Rustin "Rust" Cohle/Raymond "Ray" Velcoro, Harvey Dent/Jim Gordon, Tom Brant/Barry Weiss, Patrick Jane/Teresa Lisbon, Caleb Evers/Jarek Wysocki, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, John Anderton & Danny Witwer, Eliot Ness/Giuseppe Petri | George Stone, Doug Carlin/Carroll Oerstadt, Harold Finch/John Reese

Additional Tags: Angst, Some Humor, Drinking, Love/Hate, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Drugs, References to Depression, Ray and Rust really need a hug, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Men showing their vulnerable side, the author ignored the entire plot of the two seasons just to ship them, One Shot Collection, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Bottom Original Percival Graves, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Original Percival Graves - Freeform, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Ray Velcoro, Wet Dream, Idiots in Love, Enemies to Lovers, First Kiss, Accidental Kissing, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Neighbors

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8zwN2t4

[daemonbreath]

Rarepair tag game

Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.)

Tagged by @cealesti :] Thank you! I’m defining “rarepair” by how often I see someone else talk about the ship, how many fics there are of the pair compared to the total for the fandom, and how often they’re the main pairing in a fic. They are as follows;

George Weasley/Harry Potter, HP - The potential between them is immense. George is part of the war effort, yes, but not in the front lines like Hermione or Ron. He can provide comfort and a space that Isn’t the war. Harry is someone who appreciates the twins for who they are, not just because they’re part of a set. They make me happy :]

Independent Study by SomewheresSword

Frankly Fanciable by twoseas

Justin Finch-Fletchley/Draco Malfoy, HP - They’re two rich assholes, except Justin isn’t racist about it. Justin could help temper Draco’s uptight-ness into something more relaxed and break some of his biases. I think Draco would benefit from someone who respects him, but still won’t take any bullshit.

Educating Draco by uniquepov

Sherlock Holmes/Marcus Bell, Elementary - I just finished this series, so I’m still thinking about them very intensely. Sherlock weird and too much, but Marcus knows and accepts this. He understands that Sherlock isn’t going to stop being who is he just because it might make others uncomfortable. They’re fun! I like em!

The Phantom with a Crush by everybodylies

Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter, HP - Listen sometimes you just need a deranged-sounding pairing between an uptight business man who as kidnapped by a madman and a time traveller who’s barely coping.

When one feels like a duck, one is happy! by asterisms

Fantastic Treats by wynnebat

Tagging @disorganizedkitten @smallidarity and anyone else who’d like to talk about their rarepairs :]

[snippychicke]

Wait. Movies? Hmmmm. These are the ones that have stayed with me through the years...

1. Warm Bodies (while the movie doesn't even compare to the books, it is a good stand alone. It doesn't try to be the books, either.)

2. A Pyromaniac's Love Story (I watched this years ago and fell in love. Its a chaotic story of multiple couples and just adorable.)

3. Howl's Moving Castle (I fell in love with this hard. The music, the.characters, everything)

4. Spirited Away (again, everyone knows it. Everyone knows why its beautiful)

5. Rise of the Guardians (I loved this so much. Mainly the animation but the characters are fun too)

6. Deadpool 2 (a riot of a movie, shows how important found family can be. Fucking Josh Brolin as Cable.)

7. Guadians of the Galaxy (the first one only) (excuse me as I rant on how the rest of the series fucks up my fav character Drax as well as Rocket.)

8. Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus (i am a huge IZ nerd from the original series. When this came out, it awoken that live once again. Except how Zim is my child)

9: Venom (you have awesome acting, surprising relationships, Venom is just a masterpiece. 2 is okay, but the first is still better.

10: Power Rangers (2017) hey, I am a huge Power Rangers nerd too, and this brought back a lot of nostalgia but also with a twist. I loved the characterizations without trying to stay in the mold of the og cast.

By honorable mention only, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Because it did kickstart a huge fic project that I am still in love with and I created a world inspired from it.

Percival Graves and Credence deserved better. Anything after the first movie can fuck off. (JkR, I am kidnapping them and a few others and you cannot have them back.)

Edit: I added why they are my fav because I couldn't help myself.

Tagged by the spectacular @noritaro thank youuu

Rules: Post 10 of your favorite movies and tag 10 people

In no particular order, my list

1) Batman 2022

2) That Darn Cat (1965)

3) The Cat From Outer Space

4) Venom

5) Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home

6) The Great Mouse Detective

7) Spider-man: Into the Spider-verse

8) Muppets Most Wanted

9) Logan Lucky

10) Knives Out

So sorry if you’ve already been tagged, literally everyone I know has already been tagged and I don’t know that many people. Anyway, get tagged idiot: @bazingerrr @sh4pes-4nd-colors @r1ddly @tr4sh-pl4nt @unrestrainedbalderdash @edwardnigmaisapunkbitch @rottinginwonderland @lemonyphrog @jossambird @avellanas-nutty-empire

[scribblesonthewalls]

Retrograde (Part One)

An x Male reader Percival Graves fic, because frankly there aren’t enough of those.

There’s a longer summary on A03, but the premise is that the reader was in an accident and has gaps in his memory because of it, but it turns out that maybe the gaps aren’t quite as random as they seem, and that they may have something to do with Graves’s odd behaviour.

[paintingraves]

little preview of a pwp I started working on again after months of not writing to ease myself back into it 😊😊 I'm very excited to share it !!!

[multi-fandom-shitposting]

If my excessive reading of the same tropes time-and-time-again doesn’t convince you, I don’t know what will. Write whatever you like, don’t worry that there’s ‘too many.’

[random-gramander-archive]

Summary:

When Percival wakes up and sees a different ceiling than the dark, blood splattered one of his prison for the first time in three months, his first thought is, I’m going to owe Newt the biggest IOU ever.

Or: Percival Graves and Newt Scamander have been saving each other in turns for years. So, really, Newt revealing Grindelwald is just another Wednesday in his book.

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Words: 7 963

Chapters: 1/1

[persephone-is-here-omg]

Hideaway.

Pairing: Percival Grave/Reader.

Warnings: Smut. Authoritative Graves. Fire. Alcohol consumption. Violence.

Word Count: 3359.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Yeah, yeah. Too late. But, Colin Farrell in Fantastic Beasts is 15/10.

You look at man in front of you. Percival Graves. His coat is still around your shoulders, even as he comes into the small interrogation room and sits across the small table from you.

“I apologize for the coldness of room” He says, placing a stack of parchment over the table and ruffling over it. You study him, he’s taken his jacket off, came into the interrogation room in his waistcoat and shirt, his clothes look expensive and well taken care off. Probably a domestic elf. His coat feels expensive on your shoulders, is warm and soft. It smells good.

“I’m sure there’s nothing you can do about it” You say. He offered you his coat when his aurors found you on the restaurant, hiding behind the bar.

“Wampus. Nomag born, flying marks on Ilvermorny, still ended up working at The Unicorn. How did that happen?” He says and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I don’t see how that relates to what happened there” You say.

“Answer the question”

“I’m Nomag born. My parents died back in ‘18 during the spanish flu outbreak” You say begrudgingly “I have a sister and someone has to pay for her school stuff”

He nods and looks at you “Did you know about the meeting that was going to take place there?”

You shake your head “It’s a club. Lots of people come and go. Lots of people meet. I just try to mind my own business. I just work there because the pay is good”

Graves looks at you, his eyes going up and down your body or what he can see of it “But did you realize those people were, are, Grindelwald supporters?”

You cross your arms “Not until they started to throw curses around”

Graves looks at your face “They seemed to be going after Nomag borns especifically?”

“I don’t know. You say… That guy… The one that… He was a good man. Had a family. Was trying to save up money for when his eldest had to go to Ilvermorny” You say looking at him.

Graves looks at you intently, his dark eyes go over your face “What happened tonight?”

You explain how the night had started as a normal one, like every other, people coming and going, some trouble makers here and there, there was always that one guy that tried to get his hands on one of waitresses, then the Grindelwald supporters started to arrive, they asked for one of the back rooms,  went in there for a while, then hell broke loose. They had started attacking people, some managed to apparate others weren’t so lucky. You tried to ran but one of them grabbed you and in the struggle his wand had snapped, you got yours out of the pocket inside your dress and stupefied him. You got up to run outside and another one of them came at you and when you managed to hit her with a disarming spell she had tripped back and her skull smashed against the edge of the bar. After that you managed to hide behind the bar where the aurors and Graves found you. When you finish you cover your face with your hand.

“I… I didn’t mean to… To kill her” You say.

Graves waits until you uncover your face to talk again “Why didn’t you apparate?”

“I froze. I didn’t know what to do and didn’t want any of them tailing me home”

“Why would they follow you? Did they seem especially interested in you?”

“I don’t know… I was there? Maybe they didn’t want any witnesses” Your brain races and images flash in front of your eyes. You take a deep breath or as deep as you can.

“Your wand is being checked right now to see what spells and curses have been casted in the last twenty four hours. Once the process ends and if your story checks out, you’ll be free to go” Graves explains and you nod.

A few hours go by and you fall asleep with your head resting the table, you wake up startled when Graves clears his throat “You’re free to go. Two aurors will escort you home. Please don’t leave the city, we might need to contact you again”

You nod and take his coat from around your shoulders and hand it to him “Thank you”

He nods and ushers the aurors in an authoritative tone to follow his instructions and stay sharp.

Once you’re back at your small apartment you decide on taking a hot bath. You sink into the tub and close your eyes, trying to breath deeply to calm your nerves. You keep going back at the moment that girl’s head slammed against the edge of the bar, the sound it made, keep thinking that you killed her. You know the odds are stacked against you, she almost certainly was pure blood, you on the other hand didn’t want to even think how that would make you look in their eyes. Your eyes start to fall closed, the water starts to get cold and you get out of the tub, put on your pajamas on and head to bed, to try and get some sleep, but you are aware that you, probably, won’t get any luck.

After a while you get up and go to the kitchen, find your bottle of fire whiskey and take a siwg, nomags might have sworn off alcohol, but you didn’t, so you start to drink and sit on the sofá. The fire whiskey starts to affect you, heat spreads over you body and you relax on the sofa, close your eyes and place the bottle on the coffee table, you start to doze off, your eyelids feeling heavy, you feel tired as if the adrenaline is finally starting to run out.

You wake at the sound of someone aparating inside your apartment, you get up and take your wand, looking around and trying to locate the intruder, you see a shadow in your room and walk towards it as silently as you can, moving slowly, you hear a voice and recognize it from The Unicorn. One of the Grindelwald supporters. You stand behind the door for a few moments, considering your options but, no matter what you decide to do, the person inside your room will notice.

Taking a deep breath you slam the door open and scream “PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” The curse lands on the wall and makes a dent on it as the man crouches down to dodge it, then points his wand at you and says “Aveda Kedavra!” You hide behind the wall and let out your breath. This man is here to kill you and the aurors that had brought you home were long gone, your eyes land on the bottle and an idea forms in your head.

“Accio!” You whisper and take the bottle mid air, still hiding, your hands tremble but you force yourself to concentrate on what you need to do.

“Come out… Come out, wherever you are” The man sings and laughs as he starts to walk towards the door “I thought about making this painless for you, but where’s the fun in that. My friends and I could have so much fun with you”

“What are you doing here?” You ask trying to distract him.

“What do you think? I came to kill you, but now I think I’ll break your wand and take you to meet my friends”

You know you can’t allow that to happen. You’ve heard the stories and you know what will happen if he does that “I thought… Men like you were only interested in pure bloods”

“We are… But girls like you make for good toys”

You get up and throw the liquor bottle inside the room and, while it is in the air, shout “”INCENDIO!” The enchantment hits the bottle and it explodes, making the man slam his head against the wall, he slumps down and you put the flames off as fast as you can. Without taking your eyes of him you summon your Patronus and instruct it to find Percival Graves, the only person you can think about at the moment “Tell him… One of them came for me”

Your Patronus vanishes and you sit with your wand and the man’s wand in your hand.

Percival Graves is sitting at his desk when the Patronus appears, a graceful swan, the voice coming out of it he can recognize as soon as he hears it. It tells him “One of them came for me” He knows what that means. He apparates at the address she gave and he sees her standing in the living room “He’s there” She says and he looks inside the corner he can see the man. The room smells of smoke, he sees the places where the flames had catch, and then walks up to the man, lying unconscious on the floor. He sends his own Patronus to get two of his most trusted aurors there as soon as possible.

You look as the two aurors arrive at your apartment, Graves gives them instructions in a low voice and in a short while they’re out of there. Along with the man that attacked you.

“What will they do to him?” You ask Graves.

“Interrogate him, once he is awake again” He explains “If he has some useful information we might be able to arrest some more of them”

You nod and take a deep breath, looking around the apartment, inside your room “I…” You don’t even know what you say.

“You can’t stay here” Graves says matter of factly “They obviously know where you live. There’s obviously a mole in my team, too” He states.

“And where am I going to go?” You ask exasperated “I can’t afford moving out. I have my sister to take care of”

“Your sister is perfectly safe in Ilvermorny. So she’ll stay there” Graves states “As for you having to move out it is not a discussion. You don’t have to worry about money” He says and you turn towards him.

“Oh, really? Not everyone has the same luck as you” You spit.

“No. I am aware of that. That is why I’m taking responsibility over this” He says “Personal responsibility. Pack your stuff”

“I’m not living my house because some…” you don’t finish speaking because suddenly Percival Graves is standing in front of you and holding your shoulders.

“I said: Pack. Your. Stuff”

“I’m not one of your aurors” You say seething with rage.

“I don’t care. I’m not discussing this with you. I’m telling what you’re going to do. And you’ll do it” He says in a low even voice. His tone does not allow for discussion, but you decide to push a little more.

“What I do is not up to you” You say trying to step away.

“Right now it is. Do as you’re told” Graves is giving off a very authoritative energy and you look at him definitely “Go get dressed and pack some clothes. Now”

You turn around and roll your eyes, then walk back into your room and get changed into a white shirt, black skirt that falls just below your knees, black stockings, a cardigan and pull on your good coat. A quick fix of your hair with your wand and a hat, then you pick some clothes and place then on your small suitcase “Ready” You say looking at Graves’ back.

“Let’s go then” He says and grabs your hand, apparating the both of you on the lobby of a small but nice hotel, Percival walks straight towards the front desk, where a small house elf greets him.

“We need a room, for two. Absolute secrecy. MACUSA business. If anyone asks you come straight to me first” He explains.

The house elf nods “Yes, sir. Understood, sir” He says and makes a key float from the wall behind him “Room 304, sir. No one will know you’re here with your… Friend”

You roll your eyes and wait for Percival to finish, then both of you get into the elevator. You look at him “You do realize how this looks?”

“My main concern is keeping alive right now. Not how this looks like”

You shake your head “Oh, good”

Percival says nothing and looks at you out of the corner of his eye “I can take you back to your apartment. Where they already found you once”

You sigh and swallow your words. You like being alive and your younger sister needs you. You both walk into the room, the bed is big and the room is small but luxurious. There’s a small bathroom with a tub and a shower.

“You can ask for whatever you want at the front desk. Food, books, I’ll take care of it” He says and you sigh.

“Yes, that sounds… I’ll do that” You concede.

A few days go by before you start to get comfortable in your new environment and situation. The only person that comes by is Percival Graves and you start to relax in his presence and out of it, too. You can’t really leave the room, lest you risk being followed back to the hotel and put yourself, and everyone else, at risk. You don’t bother with wearing anything else than undergarments. Graves doesn’t see it, unphased by it. He doesn’t seem to be affected by you at all. It bothers you, he should be exactly the kind of guy that is affected by you. You find yourself wanting Percival Graves to be affected by you. But sometimes he stares and you wonder if he is, in fact, affected and hiding it really well.

You’re laying on bed, your legs propped against the wall, reading one of the nomag books you’ve asked for when he comes into the room. You keep reading even when you are aware that he is there, you can hear the door closing and sigh, turning to look at him, but say nothing. You can see he’s not in the best of moods, not that he is ever, but it seems like today is worse.

There is a certain tension in the air as you look at him, you stretch and get up, kicking your legs a little “I’m losing my mind in this room” You say looking at him.

Percival stares at you “Better crazy than dead”

“You say that because you have… You have everything” You counter and step towards Graves “Even if you didn’t have that job… You’d still have everything. The money, the… The… All”

“I’ll let that slide because I am aware that this is a stressful situation”

“Slide? You think… You really think you’re in any position to let anything slide?” You press your finger on his chest and Graves grips your wrist, pushing you against the wall.

“Looks like I am” He says in a low voice, he takes both your wrists in his hand and holds them above your head, his other hand grips your jaw and he makes you stare at him “Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Because I do” He drags his nose over your jaw, his warm breath bathing over your skin, you squirm against him, and try to move closer to his body.

“You do?” You defy him and struggle against him “I don’t think you do”

Percival smashes his lips to yours, still holding your jaw and wrists, you gasp and open up to him, lifting one leg and using it to wrap around his hip and pull him closer to you, humming against his lips.

You pull away and smirk “Is it working?” You ask.

“What do you think?” He says and swivels his hips, the outline of his half hard cock dragging against you, making you moan. Graves tugs on the sash of your robe and looks at your undergarments, licking his lips, one of his hands falling on to your waist as he tugs you slightly away from the wall “You’re a fucking nightmare” He says and kisses you again “Prancin’ around like this” He mutters and his other hand tangles in your hair, tugging softly and bringing your face closer to him “I should make you beg for it”

“I don’t beg” You say.

“We’ll see about that” Percival counters and you want to slap the smirk off of his face. He kisses you again and tugs on the straps of your camisole, exposing your breasts and bending down to suck on one of your nipples, you moan and let your head fall against the wall.

Your hands fly to his hair and you marvel at how soft it is, your nails scratch the sides of his head and Percival grunts against your exposed chest, his other hands tugs on your drawers, you moan again and Graves looks up at you. You can read the smirk on his eyes and you roll your own. He parts from your chest and stands straight, he tears your drawers and you slap his chest “I’ll get you new ones”

You start to unbutton his waistcoast and then his shirt, drag your fingers down his chest and then undo his pants, he brushes your hands away and pushes his pants down, then lifts you up by grabbing the backs of your thighs and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, he lets go of one of your thighs and then wraps his hand around his cock, lining it up with you and entering you slowly. You gasp and look at him, the stretch of his cock burns a little, but you kiss him again and he pulls his hips back, then slowly thrusts in “Fuck” You grunt and hold on as he pulls away again, almost all the way out, then back in, this time sharply, almost knocking the air out of you.

“I fucking knew you’d feel like this” He says looking at you and biting down on your lip, his teeth drag against it, making you shiver as you cling to his shoulders “Fucking velvet” He grunts out and gives another punishing thrust “Just like this”

You cry out, nodding “Yes… Yes… Just like that” You moan, your nails dig on the skin of his shoulders, your anckles locked behind his back “God… You’re the worst” You say and dig your nails deeper on his shoulder, making him hiss. Percival takes that as a cue to thrust faster and harder, you’re starting to worry someone will hear the two of you going at it, is already embarrasing enough that if someone saw you they’d think you’re his girlfriend, they also have to listen to how he is making you feel. You cover your mouth with your hand and he shakes his head, takes your hand and holds it with one of his own against the wall.

“I want to hear every sound you make” He says almost angrily and, letting go of your hand, pinches your nipples, your back arches, and Percival looks at you with dark, heavy lidded eyes then pinches your nipple again and you cry out, he swallows the sound with a fiery kiss. His hips still pushing in and out of you, the drag of his cock against your walls making you close your eyes.

You feel a feather light touch on your clit and realize is Percival using his powers to make you cum, you grunt and let your head fall against the wall again, cursing under your breath as your toes curls and your walls clamp around him, you cry out his name, close your eyes, feeling him thrust and pulse inside you until he pulls out of you and comes. He moves and lets you fall on the bed, you stare at him and he raises an eyebrow “Hope that helped take the edge off” He says and you roll your eyes again, he pulls his pants up and lays beside you, getting his breath back.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Yes, right here. I said I’d make you beg for it”

[ao3feed-grammander]

Happy Birthday, Sleepyhead

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by JJackKennedy

Soap fulfills his boyfriend's birthday wish.

Words: 1702, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of JJacks Tumblr Brainworms

Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), John "Soap" MacTavish

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Unsafe Sex, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Somnophilia, Consensual Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Birthday Sex, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Tumblr Fic, non-con tag just in case, It's fully consensual tho

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[funkzpiel]

Muggle!Cop AU | Pt 4

Trigger Warning(s): Non-Con/Rape, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Shrinking Cock/Balls, Size Theft

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After his public claiming, much of the night was a blur that Graves was ashamed to admit he didn’t quite recall. He only had bits and fragments of it to reflect on; feelings rather than concrete moments. He could remember being boneless in Grindelwald’s lap long after the fucking had stopped, the man’s dick still buried in his slack hole with no intention of leaving it would seem. He remembered compliments that made him blush, but not why. He remembered fingers idly toying with him, his dick gone soft from the fucking and unable to rise again despite the gentle teasing or how pleasant it felt. He remembered floating, and only that it felt nice not to feel at all, for once.

He didn’t remember much about coming home or what happened there after. All he knew was that when he woke, it was to the feeling of his body being jerked in tough little pulls, something winding around his naked flesh, burying him in an intricate web of red.

“I have to go to work, pet,” the words greeted him, but it took a moment for their meaning to sink in. He moaned and lulled until he caught sight of deft fingers coaxing red rope around his limbs, guiding him into place.

“Nnn—”

“Ssh, you were being so good,” Grindelwald said, stopping his tying to pet Graves’ swollen bottom lip, teasing at his teeth. “I almost considered not punishing you for your little stunt on our outing.”

His brows furrowed. But you did punish me…

The thought must have slipped from his lips in a slur, because Grindelwald chuckled, voice smooth with amusement, and said, “Oh darling, that was hardly a fitting punishment. I’ll need some time to think of what will truly nip your disobedient streak in the bud. Until then, I expect you to be a good boy and wait patiently for your punishment. Understood?”

Something thick was shoved into his ass before he could so much as utter a word yes or no, filling him so fully that his mouth spilled open on a surprised little breath, trying to survive the sparks of sensation as it just brushed his prostate.

The width of it caught on his rim and he growled brokenly, “It won’t fit,” but then it did, the widest bit of it popping in like it belonged there, sucked in all at once down to the little neck that curled back out to a cute blossoming gem nestled right against his anus. His heart fluttered. His brain struggled to react, nerves crossed on get it out and can I grind on it. Grindelwald stroked his rim and praised him as he tied the final rope, dividing his cheeks and keeping the plug firmly in place – as if it were going anywhere without a hand to drag it forcefully from his greedy insides.

With a snap of his fingers, Grindelwald left him and in response the plug in his ass began to vibrate, loosening him slowly.

“Nnn, nn, no! Wait!”

Only the silence answered. The plug buzzed and as he struggled against the ropes it shifted until finally it sat heavily upon his prostate, buzzing and buzzing and buzzing in little constant pulses. Graves hung his head and whined, his flanks and shoulders quivering as between his legs his cock attempted to grow only �� it didn’t. He couldn’t get a good look to tell if it had been tied up in rope or bound down or what, but no matter how the plug pressed, he couldn’t get hard. It was mercy and a curse. His hips bucked sometimes, wriggling within the ropes, and it chafed; but even so, his cock stayed soft beneath all those lines of red. Limp and weeping, each buzz oozing another little plume of – God help him – cum from his soft dick. And it seemed to have no intention of stopping.

“Fuck!” He snarled when the thin strand of his sanity began to fray. On the bed he jerked and tugged and writhed angrily against the ropes until they left angry bruises on his skin and left him numb in strange places. He fought until the sheets were tossed all around him and his chest was heaving, having fallen onto his side. Then he finally grew slack, mouth open against the sheets as he panted, and simply melted into the bed.

On and on, the plug buzzed, coaxing another slow little spurt of sperm from him. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to calm down and think. As he did, feeling began to return to his limbs and fingers and toes.

And perhaps that was the worst cruelty of all: Grindelwald had taken a startling amount of care to tie him up just so. Graves found as the hours passed that if he struggled against the red lines that divided him like a map – tying his thighs to his calves, splitting his lap lewdly, keeping his wrists pinned behind him and his arms a straight line that framed his spine – that he’d quickly go numb. Struggling brought blood loss and pins and needles far too quickly. It wasn’t until he had exhausted himself in utter frustration – pecs cut out in a lewd exaggeration from his flesh and ribs heaving, framed in taut rope – that he found the true genius to this particular punishment.

If he was good and slack and obedient, it didn’t hurt. Grindelwald had tied each and every knot and placed every rope and line so delicately that, if left exactly as it had been tied, it did not pinch Graves’ blood flow or nerves. He found he could sit there for hours easily, if only he were good.

But of course, that would mean giving in, so he was anything but good; even if it hurt no one but himself. As soon as he caught his breath and could feel all his limbs, his struggles began anew. He spent most of his time alone like that, wearing himself out in bursts that grew shorter and shorter – the ropes constant and unforgiving.

Grindelwald returned hours later and found his little cop in a puddle of his own cold pearly spend, the sheets an utter mess. He clucked his tongue when Percival turned slowly to look at him, eyes barely open, his flank and back still shivering from expended effort. All of his muscles had long gone slack. The man looked barely conscious, made ever more evident by the fact that when Grindelwald drew near and cupped his cheek, the cop didn’t immediately recognize he should pull away.

“I see you did a lot of the work for me,” Grindelwald crooned. “How lovely.”

Graves opened his mouth to curse him, to snarl something furious, only the words spilled from him in an exhausted slur; unrecognizable, more befitting a tired kitten. Grindelwald cooed and pat his cheek before twirling his fingers idly, magically shifting Graves back into the position he had originally left him in. The man swayed in place, thighs shivering harder, but managed to stay upright with a glare.

“Still feisty I see. Good,” he purred, easing Graves down despite his wriggling so that his knees and collarbone bore the brunt of his weight, his ass in the air, gem winking. He thumbed and traced it, tugged it in and out lightly as he admired the swollenness of the man’s over sensitized rim and the way that even now lube oozed from it.

Graves squeezed his eyes shut as fury began to soothe into something icy and inevitable: resignation. This was happening. Just like how he had been kidnapped. Just like when Grindelwald had made his ass grow. Just like when he had taken him right in front of his old boss. Whatever Grindelwald had in mind now, it was happening. And there was nothing he could do about it.

A whine left his throat at the thought, and behind him Grindelwald chuckled, mistaking it for something else.

“So needy. Don’t worry, pet. I thought long and hard on how best to discipline you. But first I had to riddle out why you’ve been… misbehaving,” he said, as though it were some great mystery rather than as simple as Graves wanted to be free. The muggle barely bit down on a whimper as Grindelwald found his tied-up balls and began to trace them, just shy of too much after so much stimulation. “You see, an associate of mine admitted that his farm dog was utterly unruly until he had the poor thing neutered. A shame, but those big balls were driving the little mutt insane with all these mixed messages about who was in control.”

Grindelwald drawled casually as though speaking about the weather, but the words made every muscle in Graves’ body lock. His balls. Christ, was the man going to take his balls?

“Now I don’t want to remove these handsome boys,” Grindelwald purred as he fondled Graves’ sack, rolling them in his hands, sending the very faintest hint of magic into his palm all the while. “But I do think we can make things… more manageable.”

Relief bloomed in Graves’ belly, catching that while Grindelwald had plans, at least he wasn’t about to be castrated.

“I think we merely need to make it more obvious as to what your place is,” Grindelwald cooed. He hadn’t ceased rolling Graves’ balls and an uncomfortable pressure was beginning to build. Even though Graves could feel that the man’s fingers were not particularly tight, his balls felt more and more as though they were beginning to be crushed ever so slightly. Beneath the warning tingles of pain, pleasure began to bloom – singing in crescendo with the vibrating of the plug – Graves became keenly aware of how many times he had already been forced to climax. He felt raw, scrapped clean and empty in a way he hadn’t thought possible. And the more his balls tightened, and the plug buzzed away, the more his body shivered, bracing for a climax it had nothing left to give.

“Yes… a visual reminder will work perfectly. Hmm… good thing you’re already dry.”

Graves’ confused grunt broke into a weak moan when the familiar sensation of lubricant blooming within him grew, oozing around the plug and easing the way for Grindelwald to remove it. He buried his face into the bedding to hide the flush that burned his cheeks when he realized his hole was gaping, loose and open for Grindelwald’s upcoming abuse.

“So eager to be put in your place, too. Look how open your body is for me; so greedy.”

It took a moment to realize Grindelwald had entered him. The buzzing had left him numb to something as simple as the touch of flesh on flesh, and the plug’s girth had left him senseless. Were it not for the gentle coaxing of Grindelwald’s magic as he traced Graves’ slack hole, convincing it to tighten once more, he might not have felt him at all.

He felt Grindelwald cover him with his weight. Felt the column of strong arms bar either side of his shoulders as a firm belly rested on his back, lips and facial hair tickling the nape of his neck as Grindelwald whispered, “You are mine and mine alone, and if you need more proof to accept that, then I’ll happily oblige.”

He began to move, and yet it was in a way so purposeful that Graves could not simply think it was just to get Grindelwald himself off. Every thrust was made with intention, slow and drawn out and calculated. Every jostle left him this shy of keening even as ever nerve ending screamed that he had already felt too much, come too much. His intention was to make him come again, no telling how many times, and Graves felt tears prickle hotly against his lashes even as his prick twitched, soft but interested. Fuck, was he broken? Had the man finally broken him?

That feeling from his balls was spreading. Crawling up and into his dick with every thrust – a transition so slow Graves almost didn’t notice it until it was so cloying it could no longer be ignored; as though it had always been there, its onset had been so gradual.

“Can you feel it?” Grindelwald asked, hovering close to his ear as he continued his onslaught, pace steadily increasing as subtly as the feeling in Graves’ groin. “Every thrust makes you perfect. Every pulse, every tightening feeling here,” he drawled, one hand moving back to cup his limp dick, “Makes you mine.”

God, he was doing something, but press shoulders first into the mattress as he was, he could hardly look back to see what. There was only the feeling of his magically healed hole spreading once more around the girth of the madman’s cock. The feeling of him making room for himself inside Graves’ body. The ever-crushing tightness of what felt like a hand squeezing his genitals firmly.

That squeezing turning steadily into stroking, only… somewhere in his short-circuiting brain, Graves realized it wasn’t exactly moving much even though he felt that touch from root to head. His heart stuttered and he jerked, ropes cutting into him as he tried to get away. Grindelwald pressed down with his weight, pinning him, kissing his victory into the skin of Graves’ shoulders as he purred, “So glad I found you, pet. You’re just too much fun. And isn’t this better than dying on the job? I’m going to take such good care of you. Going to make you so perfect. Now… Don’t. Move.”

He pulled away, not that it mattered. Between the ropes and the madman’s magic, it wasn’t as though Graves had a chance. He pressed his face into the bed to hide that realization. Just as much to hide his tears as to hide the blush of want creeping up his neck and into his face the more Grindelwald plowed into him, sending shivers and wracking cramps of pleasure through his body. Hands found his ass cheeks and spread them wide to reveal his taut hole speared on Grindelwald’s dick. Those fingers squeezed, dimpling the new flesh the man had given him, and the maniac moaned lewdly in appreciation.

“So beautiful,” he said. “You’re going to be so good for me, right pet? You’ll show them all that this is where you Muggles truly belong. This is what you were made for.”

He wanted to throw up. The realization that this wasn’t just a game, but that this was a test to a greater machination, left him reeling – a revelation buried beneath the pounding of a dick against that place inside him that made it so very hard to concentrate. And worse yet, every thrust made it feel as though that dick inside him was growing. Thickening, lengthening, carving out a deeper and wider space inside him with every pulse.

“Just about done, I think, pet,” Grindelwald said, petting the column of his throat with one hand as he reached down to fondle him with the other. “So, let’s seal the deal and move on, shall we? I think you’ll be much better behaved from now on.”

Before Graves could even digest the meaning of those words Grindelwald pressed him even harder into the mattress, hips slamming into the ample swell of his ass in powerful, bruising thrusts that tore every breath from him, blinding him of reason, mouth pressed open against the sheets, struck dumb with passion. Relentless and driven, until a blossom of pleasure began to warm and grow in his gut to the point of overflowing, tipping over the brink and dragging him down into the abyss of orgasm with it. He might have screamed. His throat certainly hurt as though he had, but he couldn’t hear. Everything was just a roar of blood in his ears, the thunder it made as it coursed through his body. Drowning out the sound of Grindelwald’s crooning, leaving him with only the sight of those smiling lips moving soundlessly. He felt too detached from himself to recognized he was being moved into a kinder position. That those hands were petting him, releasing him from the ropes in a gesture of one hand until it was as though, in just a second, they had never been there at all. As though he had allowed it to happen, wanted it to happen. If not for all he had seen so far – so many horridly impossible things – he’d almost wonder if he had gone mad. If he had only imagined the ropes as an excuse to avoid guilt.

Not that it mattered anymore. There was no escaping.

“Good, so good,” Grindelwald cooed, petting him, his voice finding him from afar. One moment they were on the bed and the next arms were folding him up into a strong embrace. Carrying him – one room blurring into another – and then he was being lowered into a tub, settled back into the straddle of strong legs and a firm chest. Fingers exploring him as though he were something new and not the same old toy he had become. Thumbing across nipples he had never remembered being so sensitive – too much, right now, so soon after everything. He whined and Grindelwald shushed him, grabbing his hand in the water to thread their fingers together lovingly.

“Don’t worry, pet, it’s over now,” he said, drawing both their hands down between Graves’ legs. “You don’t have to put up that fierce front anymore, love, I’ve handled it.”

Fingers curled his own around the length of his own cock and he sucked in a short, painful breath. A ‘length’ was a bit generous to label what he felt. Lips pressed against this throat and that hand squeezed his own in warning to keep it where it was as it withdrew to trace Graves’ jaw and lead his wide-eyed gaze down.

“See what I do for you, pet?” Grindelwald said as though he had bought the imprisoned detective something special rather than alter him in every sense of the word. He tried not to look, he did, but morbid curiosity brought his gaze to the inevitable – to the sight of his large hand around such a small cock. His cock. He could fit both cock and balls into his hand without much effort at all, if any. He could only watch, air coming shorter and shorter to him, as Grindelwald reached between his legs to idly toy with the head of his tiny prick – not even the span of the width of his palm – as though it were some cute toy. “Now you can rest. Now you can simply enjoy it, as I know you want to. No more fighting,” he said, pressing a kiss to Graves’ neck. “Although… this has been fun. Perhaps a warning instead?”

Graves stilled. His heart throbbed with every racing beat.

Grindelwald was hardening beneath him and fuck – had the man always been that large? That thick? His guts tightened in fear, but somewhere inside his soul – some hungry, depraved part of him Grindelwald had no doubt carved out and placed inside – wanted to know what that thick cock might feel like.

“Continue to disobey me,” Grindelwald crooned, “And I will continue to… make adjustments. After all, I can only assume that’s what you want if you keep up these willful acts of disobedience. I am a generous man, pet. I’ll give you as much attention as you need until you’re perfect.”

Graves stilled, trying to ignore the idle pleasure Grindelwald’s toying brought and coiled in his gut. Oblivious to the man’s growing smile and the hungry look that followed.

[petrichorblue94]

I wanna write a twisted timelines story where original! Percival Graves, naturally-blond! Hermione Granger and young!Sirius Black are actually an OT3 during the roaring twenties

[bastila-s]

Nurmengard AU